Raising children to prevent aging [Future Interstellar ABO]

When the New Year's Eve dinner was ready, it was getting dark. Cyril hugged Mirga and put a bright yellow bib around him, and then began to grind up the food and feed it to him.Mirga can eat some food now, but not too many kinds, or it will be difficult to digest. The dumpling wrapper is made of flour made from coarse grains, and the small buns are just right for eating.

In fact, Cyril really wanted to chew it up and feed it mouth to mouth to the little buns, because Mother Earth did this all the time, but Mu Ze resolutely rejected this idea only once, and refused to explain the reason. In short, Cyril's enthusiasm was rejected in this way.

As expected of a snack foodie, Mirga is very serious when eating, and never wastes a little bit of food.He was sitting in Cyril's arms, holding the bowl firmly with his little hands that had gradually become stronger. Cyril only needed to scoop up the spoon and bite him, which was very worry-free.

Cyril was only focused on feeding Mirga, but he didn't take a few mouthfuls. Muze remained calm, and put the food in Cyril's mouth. Cyril opened his mouth and ate it naturally, and then continued to feed Mirga. Ze silently fed Cyril.

When Cyril finally came to his senses, he blushed a little, why does this feel so wrong.

Muze didn't feel anything wrong at all, but looked at Cyril with a little doubt. Cyril blushed, gave him the full Mirgas, and whispered: "I'll just eat it myself, don't worry about me .”

"Hmm." Mu Ze put down his chopsticks with some regret, and hugged Mirga.After reaching the same very familiar embrace, Xiao Baozi quickly opened his mouth and yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said softly, "Dad, Juejue."

"No." When Cyril heard this, he quickly squeezed the little bun's fleshy face to wake him up, "Wait a little longer baby." Sleeping right after eating is not good for your health.

"Dadbi...!" Mirga now only talks about daddy, daddy, eat, feel, he wanted to say that he hates it, but he couldn't say it, and he was very annoyed, so he turned his head, opened his mouth like a little tiger and bit Cyril finger.

He had just opened two teeth that were like grains of millet. When he bit his fingers, although he was trying hard to suck, the force was still very small. Mirga blushed, but Cyril still smiled and refused to let him Sleeping, Xiao Baozi became furious and reached out to hit Cyril.

"Mirga!" Mu Ze suddenly turned cold.

Mirga stopped immediately and looked at Muze suspiciously.

"Who allowed you to hit someone?" Cyril is the most cherished person in Muze, and even Mirga has to stay a little behind, so Mirga's behavior really annoyed Muze.

Mirga didn't quite understand, but he knew that his actions just now made his father hate him. His first reaction was to pout his mouth and want to cry, but Mu Ze immediately stopped him: "Don't cry."

Tears were already rolling in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry out. Although Mu Ze had been with him for a long time and loved him very much, the ghostly Mirga knew that Mu Ze was actually very serious. He won't lose his temper if he doesn't do something unpleasant to him, but once he does, he will turn his face.

It was Cyril who felt distressed, and quickly persuaded Mu Ze: "Mirga is still young and doesn't know anything, don't argue with him, don't scare him."

Muze doesn't talk nonsense, and he doesn't like to explain anything. After hearing what Cyril said, he just nodded, and then said to Mirga: "Let me see you reaching out to hit someone in the future, and I will beat you."

Mirga nestled in Mu Ze's arms aggrieved, not daring to move.

Cyril carried him away from Muze, and the little bun immediately buried him in Cyril's arms, wiping his tears quietly. Cyril stretched out his foot and kicked Muze, and then softly coaxed the little bun: "Milga, don't cry, daddy I won't hit you."

Mirga stopped crying after crying for a while, and almost lost his appetite at this time, so Cyril patted him on the back lightly, coaxing him to sleep, Mirga fell asleep quickly, and Cyril carried him to the bed in the room. In the crib, and then down to eat.

Mu Ze opened a bottle of red wine and poured some for Cyril. Cyril clinked glasses with him, took a sip and said, "Don't scare him from now on."

"Yeah." Mu Ze didn't intend to scare him anymore, it's just that the beating behavior cannot be tolerated.

After drinking, Cyril's face was soon smeared with a light blush. Under the light, he was soft and elegant, and very beautiful. Muze hooked his waist with one arm, and hugged Cyril into his arms with all his strength. , then got up, walked to the balcony on the first floor, and sat on the recliner under the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cyril just felt slightly drunk, not to the point of being drunk, but his head was still not sober. He rested his head on Muze's shoulder and said, "Muze, I really love you."

"Me too." Mu Ze kissed Cyril's forehead sideways and replied in a low voice.

Cyril raised his chin slightly, closed his eyes and asked for a kiss. Of course, Muze would not disappoint his kindness, quickly grabbed those two flexible lips, and began to kiss.

Cyril's heart was beating violently. Alcohol completely anesthetized Cyril's thoughts, shutting down his rationality, leaving only instinct and pleasure shuttling around in his body. Cyril raised his head and obediently asked Mu Ze to explain it to him. He unbuttoned his clothes, twisted his waist slightly, and rubbed against Mu Ze's bottom.

Although there have been many times of joy and love, each time was like the first time, excited and throbbing, Mu Ze separated his legs, and gently poked in.

Cyril relaxed cooperatively, and then let out a satisfied cry when Muze fully entered.

When it comes to bed matters, Cyril has always been open-minded, and will honestly say whatever he feels.After drinking, Cyril was even more daring, and even put his legs on Mu Ze's shoulders, accepting Mu Ze's love with an inconceivably flexible posture.

After the hearty release, Cyril was almost awake from the wine. Looking at the time, it was still a few hours before midnight, but Cyril couldn't hold it anymore. He hooked Mu Ze's neck and tried to stand up straight for Mu Ze. A kiss: "Happy New Year, honey."

"Happy New Year, my Cyril."